The recuperating couple

He was dressed in a simple white robe. His ink-black hair was bound with a jade crown. At his waist were a jadeite pendant as well as a white jadeite flute. His steps were slow and steady. A black-clad guard followed closely behind.

"Grandfather Feng, Old Madam." Upon entering the courtyard, Murong Yixuan saluted them.

"Please sit down."

The old patriarch motioned. He sighed at the sight of the elegant young master in white in front of him. This man's whereabouts were unknown after the founding of the Phoenix Empire, as if he had disappeared into thin air. There was no news at all. It was a surprise to meet him at last under such circumstances and, additionally, to be rescued by him.

At that time, he was very optimistic about this man and Little Jiu as a couple. But, what a pity...

"Yes." Murong Yixuan nodded and sat down by the table. Looking at them, he inquired warmly, "Are you feeling better? Did you take the medicine on time?"